Arizona weekly citizen., 1887-07-23
5 THEATRICAL PEOPLE.
ACTORS AND ACTRESSES WHO ARE
 FOND OF RUsTIcATlNe. -

Quite as Interesting as When on the
 stage-How Stage Beauties Enjoy Life
 m the country-summering in a Cot
 tage.
 Seen in undress, the actor is quite AS inter- estlng as when on parade. Caught in a baby waist under the ancestral trees of Fonthill, Clara Morris has entertained me as she never dld Tn buckram and grease paint Smoking @ brler wood pipe and wearing 6 tarpaulin hut, Edwin Booth, at CohasSet, had philosophic dignity that he never attained in Hamlet; and Lawrence Barrett, shiver1ng bis timbers and beiaying yacht, warmed the heart as no Roman senator could possibly do on the the atrical deck. Those fortunate people who have seen Maggie Mitchell in her home at Long Branch have found out where she re- newed her youth, and to catch Joe wheelock at the Highlands hitching up that big horse of his while be talks about cement and ma- nure is, as the phrase goes. worth the price of admission
 It was only last summer that I caught Es- telle Clayton and her beautiful sister making outdoor sketches on the Hook mountain. and when everybody was wondering where Zelie de Lussan was, found her playing croquet in starry stockings on the back lawn of a hidden cottage at RiehfeId Springs.
 LIFE IS THE cATsKILLs
 Do you remember Laura Don's strawberry shortcake in the Catskills, and Mrs. liar kins' midnight potato salad at Larchrnont, or can you have forgotten Kate Forsythe's cherry piesl
 Somewhere up between the CatskiIls and tfe Ramapo range iS a snug little cottage with honeysuckle on top and 6 wine cellar at bottom. There wns a rcd checked, dark eyed lass who came out and held our horses one June morning and asked Us in to have some curd and whey. It was Edna Cary: and we went and sat on a tufIet. like the Mother Goose heroine, while she told Us how to make pot cheese"
 Then did we not catch the elegant George Clarke out in a retired Connecticut vale swinging scythe, and going every len min utes to jug of Holssses and vinegar under a tree, to convince himself that he was a horny handed son of toili Well, should think we did How many times that summer did be excuse himself at rehearsal because be had to get his hay inl
 Who does not know that Rose CoChlan raised onions one season as pas;ime on the noble Hudscn' Who does not know that within view of Tuxedo, Charlotte Thompson has an old farm house that would do your heart good to stop al, if she were at houel Who has not heard of Crockett lodge, where Frank Mayo. after his seasons work, melts into hospitality. and where the table croans under his yiaHds, and the guests groan under his philosophy Perhaps you have never been at Maeder lawn. On, well, that's your loss Go there if you ever get the chance.
 A COW AND A CABIN.
 Addresses do not buy Rhine stones us much as they once did They incline to lawn cutters and patent churnS You ought to see Lillian s.ussell milk Q COW, or Mrs. Bowers in Vatican hat feeding her turkeys. l remember Clara Louise Kellolg yoieling all one summer with an alpens;ock at Cold Spring, and os for Fanny Davenport. she has been looking for thatchcd cottage these ten years, and Mrs Thurber, as you know, has got log cabin in the Catsk.lls, and Lester Nallack -goes down" to his place at Stamford every summer like an English gentleman.
 Why, I've seen q premiere danseuse-God rest her soull she's dead now-ia hobnail shoes riding on a load of hay in Connecticut and enjoying it.
 There's a little weather stained box in nook of the ShAwangunk mountains, five miles from any other house, where one of the most beautiful of our actrcsses lived for three summers with her mother and a maid. I have never been there. but have seen photo graphs of it. and know the country. There are no newspapers, no teleSrnphs, nc neigh bors; but there must be good deal 1f quiet. -Nym Crinkle in New York World